Taking Courage (8 page)

One
foot in front of the other she made her way around his desk. He separated his
legs and patted his lap. His expression was blank of all emotion and chilled
her to the bone. She stepped between his legs and sat, cautiously, not wanting
to push on the plug.

His
hand snaked between her legs, caressed the inside of her thigh, and up to the
apex of her legs. They sat quietly for a couple of heartbeats. She on his lap
as his hand possessively held her pussy. Her eyes turned to his and found him
watching her.

“How
was your day?” He shifted his fingers, reminding her who was in control.

“It
was long, but I think it went well.” She took a calming breath.

His
fingers flexed along her seam pulling her attention to her sex. Her eyes closed
letting the sensation flow and ease the tension from her body. More, she wanted
more. Images of their first night together filled her mind. The control he
demanded shook her to the core. She wanted that again, wanted to give Simon control
of her body.

“Are
you going to run from me, or are you going to stay?”

“What?”
Her eyes flashed wide. How could he know her deepest fear? “I don't want to
leave.”

“You
didn't answer my question.”

“I
want to stay, and I plan on staying.”

The
tips of his fingers dragged through her folds, and he found her entrance and
dipped inside. He pushed in and out, each time inching closer to her cervix.
Sweat tickled at her neck.

He
was giving her practice submitting, so it was nothing personal. A strange pressure
pulsed at the back of her eyes, and she refused to acknowledge it.
Master Simon's fingers stroked deliciously across her pussy.
Sitting here and letting him have free range of her body was all she needed to
think about.

His
control felt like a drug she was quickly growing addicted to.

She
needed to be open. Her body needed to be available to him, not her heart. He
didn't want her heart.

“What
was that thought?” His finger stilled at the entrance to her pussy.

“Nothing at all.
I'm open to
you, Sir.”

“Bullshit.”
His brows pinched together. “You were open to me, and now you're hiding. Why?”

“I'm
doing as you asked. What am I doing wrong?” She knew he didn't want the rest of
her. She was here for training. That's all.

He
pushed his fingers deeper into her body, pulsing over her point of pleasure. A
tremor stole through her body.

“I
talked you into training me. That's all you agreed to, and now I'm submitting.”

“You
think you talked me into this, and now you're just giving me what you think I
want?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

His
hand pulled from her body, and he yanked them both to standing. With a firm
hold around her neck, he used his thumb to push her chin, forcing her gaze to
his.

“That's
not how this works, Janna. You can't pick and choose which parts of you are offered.”
His nostrils flared, and he tightened his hold. “What is it with you? Is this
some kind of game? First you trick me into—”

“I
didn't trick you. I was willing, and you agreed to the scene.” Their scene in
the club was a highlight in her life, and he thought of it as a trick. Her eyes
pinched, forcing the pain away. She rocked against his hold.

“You
asked me to train you, and, against my better judgment, I agreed. Now, what do
you want from me?”

A
tear tumbled down her cheek. He ignored the first, and she couldn't stop the
next.

“I
want you to forgive me. You said you'd forgive me. I want...” She closed her
eyes, and a few more pathetic tears dribbled down her face.

“Eyes
open now, get the rest out.” His fingers caressed her neck and then tightened.

“I
want you to treat me like I'm yours.” She got it out. It might not have been
louder than a whisper, but it was out. She wasn't hiding behind half-truths
anymore.

“Why me?
You don't even
know me.”

“I
know enough to start.” She pushed at the wetness covering her cheek. “I can't
stand you not wanting me or thinking I'm a liar.” She widened her stance. “I
want to submit to your demands, because you want it so, not because you're
training me. I'm sorry. I don't understand this cold veneer you stand behind.”

She
pulled herself from his hold a little too easily. It only took a couple steps
to get out of his reach.

“I'm
sorry this didn't work out. I'll contact Charlie. Maybe she can set up a meet
for Friday and I'll be off your hands.”

“Now,
wait a minute.”

“I'm
sorry for the trouble I've caused you. I get it now.” She stepped closer to the
door and her escape route. “I shouldn't have put you in this position.”

“Would
you just hold on for a minute? Stop running from me.”

She
stopped moving.

“Get
back over here. I didn't release you.”

She
pivoted on the balls of her feet, and he pointed to the space in front of him.
She squeezed in between Simon and the desk. He leaned forward and forced her
back. She rested her elbows on the desk and knocked her head into his laptop. He
pushed it away.

Silently
he opened her blouse. Her bra had a front closure, and he released it as well.
She flicked off her shoes and pulled up her feet to rest them on the edge of
the desk. He grabbed hold of her pussy and returned her to the moment and his
control.

Long
seconds ticked by as he watched her. Was he making a decision about her, or had
he done it already? She bit her lip. Vulnerability rolled in waves over her.
Simon had exposed her in a whole new way. Why was she letting him do this to
her?

“Maybe
I’m giving you a hard time because I’ve been hurt before by lies.” He looked
like a judge deciding her fate.

“I’m
sorry, Sir.”

“Thank
you.” He flexed his fingers, reminding her of her position. “Here's where I
stand. I do believe your actions weren’t meant to be manipulative, and I'll
stop bringing it up.” His eyes raked over her, and flames licked through her
body. “But don't think I'll let you get away with lies by omission again.”

“I
know,” she spat out.

He
squeezed the folds around her pussy.

“Thank
you, Sir.”

“Now, as for me wanting you.”
He pulled her
hips to the edge of his desk. “Give me your hand.”

She
reached for him, and he pulled her to sitting. With a kiss to her palm, he
pressed her hand around the hard ridge of his cock.

“I've
been hard for you all day. I know the soft, warm grip of your pussy, and it's
all I could think about today, especially after feeling your ass and watching
your squirm through the meeting.” He stroked her hand up and down on his hard
length. “You're breathtaking, Janna. Having control over your body is quickly
becoming my obsession. I can't get you out of my head. I couldn't wait to touch
your pussy again, to taste you, watch you pulsate as your orgasm rises and you
come all over my tongue.”

 
“Yes, please, Sir.”

“I'll
help you to learn the path as my submissive, and we'll take the rest one day at
a time.” He bent over her and took her left nipple into his mouth and pushed
the heel of her hand down the edge of his cock.

“Oh, Sir.”

“I
must warn you.” He tugged on her nipple with his teeth and let it go. “Do you
remember your safe word?”

“Yes, lasagna, Sir.”

“Good, because tonight I intend to push
you past your comfort zone.
Before the night is over you might be
begging me to release you from my hold.”

“No,
Sir. I want this. I want you.”

He
pushed his finger into her pussy as he sucked the other nipple into his warm
mouth. He let go of her hand and leaned forward, forcing her to lie back. She
reluctantly let go of his cock. Her back arched off the desk, and she pressed
her breasts into his face.

He
nipped at her breast. “No more movement, pet.”

“Oh,
yes.
Sorry, Sir.”
She pushed her back into the table
and willed her limbs to relax.

“I
think it's time I got a taste of you.”

“Oh.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She wanted to savor this moment.

Luscious
wet heat pressed into her flesh, and every wanton desire pulsed to life within
her. Her arms spread wide to grab hold of something, and she pushed several
items off his desk. She pulled her knees as far as they’d go and patiently
waited for the next lick, but it didn't come. Dread spread like wild fire, and
she peeked at him through her lashes.

His
eyes were closed, and he licked his lips.

“You
taste like ... honey.” He dove between her legs, and his tongue entered her, in
and out ... in and out.

His
thumbs pressed through her folds and spread her wide, revealing her eager clit.
A lick to the flirty bud broke her last barrier, and tingles sparked at the
ready to take her on a ride. He backed away. Her submission spread open and wide
felt like a gift, one she freely gave. Her body was his to command.

“Don't
you dare come without my
permission.
Do you
understand?”

“I'm
trying, Sir.”

“You’re
so beautiful.” He stroked her leg. “I won't push you too long, but I need to
enjoy you a bit more.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Long
licks dragged through her pussy, again and again. Her body was on fire. Never
before had she been so quick to blow. It was his domination that threw her into
the fire. Simon's control fanned her flame and drove her to the edge.

His
fingers dragged through her pussy lips, and his mouth took her nipple again in
long sucking pulls. He found the plug and wound the end in little circles,
adding horny nerves to the party. Sprawled out on a desk in the middle of an
office building was not her first choice, but the surroundings added to the
erotic taste of the scene. Forbidden paths chosen regardless of possible
outcomes made her feel alive. Every desire she'd ever had could be traced to an
imagined scene like this one.

She
felt alive.

He
sucked her clit into his mouth and pinched her nipple in alternating tugs. The
pebbles swelled and demanded another smidge of pressure. She was ready.

“Please,
Sir.”

“What
do you want, my pet?”

“Take
me over. I'm ready. I need to come, Sir, please.”

He
let go of her clit and rose to hover an inch above her mouth.

“Who
do you belong to?”

“I
am yours, Sir. I belong to you.” Her body lay open to him, waiting for his
decision. Happy butterflies teased over her body while she waited. “My body is
yours to play with as you please.”

“Even if I do this?”
He pushed the
plug, twisted and dragged it almost all the way out of her body before he
pushed it back into place. “Each part of your body is mine, yes?”

“Oh!
Yes, Sir.”

His
fingers dove back into her pussy, and his mouth latched onto her clit.
Sensations bounced from her back entrance, around, and straight to her clit,
driving her closer to the point of no return. Slow, firm pressure pulled at her
clit. Each drag added more pressure as his fingers fucked her.

“You're
ready to come for me?”

“Yes, Sir.
I'm ready for
your command.”

“Take
your pleasure now, my pet.” He had suction in reserves and used it all on her
clit. The pull to her nubbin drove her higher, and when his fingers thrust in
and pulsed against her spot she exploded into the ultimate of pleasures. He
continued to push his fingers into her, extending her orgasms.

She
lay on his desk like a limp rag doll. His hand caressed her cheek, down to her
hip, and her body melted into the desk. She might not ever move again.

She'd
been used well. Bliss flirted throughout her body. She worked to slow her
breathing, each drag rumbled through her worn frame.

He
slipped his hand behind her back and pulled her, his other hand tucked under
her knees. Together they sat on his chair. Warmth radiating from his body
seeped into hers, and contentment spread out like the blanket he draped over
her.

The
hard ridge of his cock pressed into her hip. She shifted to free her hand.

“May
I give you release, Sir?”

“I’m
looking forward to that, my pet, but right now I want to care for you.”

He’d
given her pleasure twice. She was anxious to know his taste, but she’d follow
his lead. They sat quietly for several minutes. Her head nestled on his
shoulder. His hand rubbed continually around her back and up her arm.